The girls are fighting over a decorative item; a glass vase that contains some shells in it. Since they do not want to share or take turns holding and admiring it, I took it away from them and put in on top of my wardrobe. Don’t want to share, no one gets it.

The next day, Clarissa came in my room, point to the glass vase requesting me to give it to her. I said, “No.” She asked, “Why No?” So I asked her back, “You tell Mommy why.” She answered, “Fight.”

See see see. :lol:


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